Not So Sure

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There was a time when I heard you 
calling out my name
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But these days I'm not so sure
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When the room went dark and your 
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voice was gone, I heard you all the 
same
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But these days I'm not so sure
C
I knew I could remember your bedroom
 and your touch
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But these days I'm not so sure
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Definitely was the word I used far 
too much
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Cause these days I'm not so sure


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I bummed expensive cigarettes
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I wrote John Steinbeck's books
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I undressed someone's daughter 
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and then complained about her looks
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  Stealing was so easy then I wish
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 that it still were
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Now as I pick my own pocket I know
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 these days I'm not so sure






C
The church was my kitchen, the world
 was my church
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But these days I'm not so sure
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The choirs I would listen, the 
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briers I would search
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But these days I'm not so sure
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I sacrificed my sister, I prayed 
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my own soul to keep
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I told my dying father that a man
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 should never weep
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  Breathing was so easy then I 
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wish that it still were
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Now as the breeze just makes me 
colder, I know these days I'm not so
 sure




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So if you see me tripping, I've 
forgotten how to walk
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And I spend my days wishing after 
     C         G
her
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My steps are without rhythm and 
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her name is drawn in chalk
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As these days I'm not so sure
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I drank my wine for breakfast 
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every morning I was born
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In the black electric winter my 
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back was always warm
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  Sleeping was so easy then I wish
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 that it still were
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Now in my sleepless bedroom, I 
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know these days…
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I'm not so sure.
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